Cello Song

Sort of maybe missing somebody or wanting them
Or having something to do with 'em or
At least not anymore

Strange face with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear

For the dreams that came
To you when so young
Told of a life
When spring is sprung

You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight

But while the earth sinks
To it's grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave

So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song

And if one day you
Should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud